Page 179 of Break the Ice
Memories and nightmares swirling dark and heavy, cloying in the pit of my stomach.
I’m ready to drag Jayden off Finley until she erupts into frantic laughter. His name bubbling from her lips as he burrows beneath her sweater and blows raspberries on her stomach.
Relief has me dropping into the armchair to the side. Becausethatright there is everything I need. It’s the reminder that I’m okay. They’re my safety.
“Jayden,” Finley gasps, her body bowing off the couch when his head ventures higher and her legs part wider for him. “Oh... oh...”
I can’t see what Jayden’s doing to her, but the sounds she’s making tell me he’s no longer tickling her with his mouth.
I can’t look away as her hands grapple at his head beneath her sweater and his hips grind into the space between her legs when he sprawls over her.
My cock throbs in the confines of my tight jeans while my stare traces the stroke of his hands down the length of her arms. The heels of his palms dragging the loose sleeves of her sweater up, so they bunch at her shoulders.
Fuck, I can imagine what the rough pads of his fingers and his palms feel like on her skin. The same mine feel when I stroke my hand down my forearm, trying to dissipate the hankering screaming in the marrow of my bones.
Only better.
Because with Jayden reality is better than any kind of imagining.
The fucking alarm on my phone goes off in the back pocket of myjeans, jarring the moment. I can’t get to it quick enough to stop the noise from pulling them apart.
Jayden’s heated stare flashes to mine across the length of Finley’s body while her face tips back to mine when she arches her back chasing his lips with her torso.
They’re both watching and waiting.
Watching me.
Waiting on me.
I can’t fucking breathe with the way my chest is squeezing around my lungs. A hard choking rhythm that matches the throb of my cock.
All the words are balled in my throat.
An all-out panic slashes through me when Jayden kneels up. I desperately need this—the connection.
“Don’t stop.” The gravelly words rumble from deep in my chest.
Jayden’s stare widens on mine. “Are you sure?”
With a glance at Finley, I drag the air I need to focus on her. Her eyes flit between Jayden and me with the erratic rise and fall of her chest. I feel her lust consume any reservation I might have that she doesn’t want this too.
“Don’t stop,” I repeat, lifting my eyes to his.
The grit in my voice makes it sound more like a command than a request, and it’s not lost on me the way Jayden sucks in a ragged breath as it settles over him.
“Okay... if you’re sure,” he says, guiding Finley to her feet as he stands from the couch.
Lowering his mouth to her ear, he whispers something that has her eyes widening. A mischievous glint sparkles in her gaze when it finds mine. There’s something in her smile. A softness. A certain kind of peace that I crave with every inch of my soul. A promise that, even in our chaotic state, everything will be okay.
There has never been a time where I haven’t loved this girl. There’ll never be a time when I don’t. And Jayden…
He’s every fucking hope I’ve held on to since the second we became partners. He’s made me better in so many ways.
Really, how could I do this with anyone else?
How could I fathom opening myself up to anyone but them?
Watching Finley disappear down the hall toward the bedroom, I take a moment to steady myself.
